The request was reasonable and Yan Xiaye had no reason to refuse.
Considering her decent attitude in admitting her mistake, Tao Jingxi squinted his fox-like eyes and said no more, taking the lead to leave the kitchen.
In the courtyard, the old man leisurely savored his tea, chuckling as he glanced at the silent man, implying, "What do you think? I told you the girl is not bad, she has filial piety towards her family, and what's more rare is that despite her distinguished background, she carries no airs. Such good girls are hard to come by these days."
Tao Jingxi's slightly pale forehead bulged with veins as he pursed his lips discontentedly, "Grandfather, I'm not in a hurry to get married at all, and she's not suitable for me. Please don't randomly matchmake."
